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The Plague
Scott Walker Lyrics


I've spent many a night
Lying on my back
Waiting for the dawn
To pierce and crack
And the ceiling
Hanging from the sky
And I envy the boy
Who grabbed the toy
And ran away
And found a joy
While I stood in the shadows
Wondering why

Flying towards me
Then he laughs
A woman's face
The terrible taste
Of the morning after kisses
And goodbyes
I could never seem to catch my footsteps
Have desires, they fly away
Every day I have to fight the plague

How can I sleep in hours like this
When anguish tracks me like a fist
My nakedness exposed, I can't stand
Still I...try to remember lips on lips
Hips on hips and ice on fire
In gloom and glow
When did they leave the man

In the mirror of the night I see
A face that staring out at me
Like a fallen star
Burned itself out
Like a deadly scrapes
Across the ground
My voice cried out
In a gravelled sound
No one's there to hear me
But the plague

Straining hard to see
Running after me
I keep pounding pounding on the door
But it's all so vague
When you meet the plague
And I keep coming
I keep coming back for more

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Black Grass

I've spent many a night
Lying on my back
Waiting for the dawn
To pierce and crack
And the ceiling
Hanging from the sky
And I envy the boy
Who grabbed the toy
And ran away
And found a joy
While I stood in the shadows
Wondering why

Flying towards me
Then he laughs
A woman's face
The terrible taste
Of the morning after kisses
And goodbyes
I could never seem to catch my footsteps
Have desires, they fly away
Every day I have to fight the plague

How can I sleep in hours like this
When anguish tracks me like a fist
My nakedness exposed, I can't stand
Still I...try to remember lips on lips
Hips on hips and ice on fire
In gloom and glow
When did they leave the man

In the mirror of the night I see
A face that staring out at me
Like a fallen star
Burned itself out
Like a deadly scrapes
Across the ground
My voice cried out
In a gravelled sound
No one's there to hear me
But the plague

Straining hard to see
Running after me
I keep pounding pounding on the door
But it's all so vague
When you meet the plague
And I keep coming
I keep coming back for more
Genius ❤❤❤



All comments from YouTube:

Andrés Acurio Neira

Covid19 drove me here

gramme parsons

Our Icons are dying.
Our industry is crumbling.
And our political class has torn itself to pieces.
In a hundred years it's gonna make a great movie but actually living through it SUCKS!

Michael Feltes

"In a hundred years it's gonna make a great movie"

This is the hard part. You have to admit to yourself that the former makes the latter highly unlikely. "All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind." Marx's solutions were horrifying but his diagnoses were correct.

Christine Scott

ditto gramme!!!

Javier

RIP SCOTT WALKER

Such a genius will never be forgotten

Matias Arregin

RIP

blackmore4

Yes, the music and voice but...
"Flying towards me wrapped in laughter, a woman's face, the terrible taste of the morning after kisses and goodbyes."
Don't forget his incredible lyrics too.

Damian B

@Christine Cronje like Ian Curtis... I can understand when heavy lyrics are ripped out of a person over time and experience, for these guys so young???? I feel they have something 'old' in side them, to give such insight.

Suzy 155

He always wrote the lyrics first and then built the music around the words.

Christine Cronje

blackmore4 The lyrics are the genius side of him.

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